I think there is more to the whole mess than knowing the other person. I don't think I'd even try to 'know' someone. To know what they want and like maybe, but not them as in themselves, surely not that! That's what usually drives me away in the first place. But I'm a flighty raccoon of a man, not the rhinoceros that sits in a swamp of yesterday's heat.
hehe flighty raccoon of a man is such a lovely way to be described i should think - far better than a creature that basks in humid filth. perhaps it is that we can only ever know other people, far more than we know ourselves, and in knowing them come to a quiet understanding of what we are. but in saying that, i still don't believe we can truly know other people, let alone ourselves. so i've talked myself around in a circle. grand.
Well if your only representation of what a person is comes from inside you - as in yourself - and you don't understand yourself (which I feel is an accurate thing to say about anyone to some degree) than how can you presume to know anyone outside you?
Maybe the raccoon is swift and pretty, but the rhino is fat warm and happy.